The Unraveling
The world tilted. His legs were still moving, carrying him forward through a maze of corridors and stairways, but his mind was elsewhere, caught in the loop of what he had just discovered. The photograph was tucked inside his jacket, its edges pressing against his ribs. He could feel it with every heartbeat. He burst through a door and into the open air. The night was cold, the street empty. He leaned against a wall, his chest heaving, his breath forming clouds in the chill air. The city was silent, the buildings dark, the streetlights casting pools of yellow light across the pavement. He pushed off the wall and started walking. He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he couldn't stop. Not yet. Not while the truth was still fresh in his mind. He passed through the streets, his f
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